Opposites of a Different Kind

The briefing room was soon filled with the yawns of groggy agents. Abe sat across the table from Hellboy who had just dropped down lazily in his customer chair near the front of the table. Soon after, Anessa entered the room taking a seat in the back propping her legs up on the table and resting her arms behind her head. Manning and Myers filed into the crowded room last taking their seats at the head of the table. Manning ran his hand over his bald head and set the thick folder on the illuminated table.



“Alright we got something quite interesting to deal with in Ireland. Reports have it there is a giant roaming the hills near some old abandoned castles. Now this isn’t just a normal giant….”



“There’s something called a normal giant?” Anessa piped in from the back cause the room to fill with a soft rumble of laughter.



Manning gave her a fake smile and proceeded, “Like I was saying this is no normal giant. For some reason it is kidnapping villagers and when the bodies turn up they are drained of all their blood. With the very familiar two puncture marks on their necks. ”



“Vampires?” Hellboy inquired resting his elbows on the table top reaching for the file just before Manning.



With a quick grab Mannings pulled the file out of Hellboy’s reach getting a low growl from the demon. “Yes that is what we believe but the connection to the giant and Vampire is unknown. So the plane leaves in an hour folks lets get geared up and head out.”



Before Hellboy could catch up to Anessa she was out the door and was blocked by the bodies of the hordes of agents filing out of the briefing room. As the crowd thinned he watched her disappear down the hallway. A hand on his shoulder dragged him back to his seat loosing his footing he tumbled back into the chair. Looking up he saw Manning glaring down at him.



“Keep your red hands off that angel; I don’t want another debacle like the ‘Liz lockdown.’ Do you have any idea how long I had to lie to the government about what was going on with you? You locked yourself into solitude for nearly a year I do NOT want that to happen again. I need you out saving the world or the government cuts our funding which means your ass is out in the streets. You hear me ya big red Frankenstein?!”



Hellboy gaped at the raging bald man above him the vein on his forehead started to bulge giving the man a much angrier demeanor then usual. Pushing up from the chair Hellboy met the bald man face to face. His red stone hand came out and poked the chubby man in the chest making him falter on his feet a bit. “Now you listen here baldy, you keep me locked up so tight in this building that I need a permission slip to take a crap. Now you’re telling me I can’t hit that if I want to?” Hellboy stuck out his chin and yanked at his pants, this was a mans conversation, “She’s the only female down here and I have needs Manny, man needs that only a woman can meet. And she can meet them just fine.”



Mannings face grew suddenly pale his hands started to fidget with his stripped tie. His stomach suddenly fell, she was standing right behind him. Slowly he pivoted on his foot looking at the doorway which now was occupied by her body. Her arms folded across her chest her eyes flashed with anger and hurt.



“So is that all I was to you, a woman to fulfill your manly needs? Well buddy this woman won’t be doing you any more favors.” Before he could respond or apologize she was gone.



Hellboy turned back around to face Manning who now had a giant smile on his face. His chubby fingers reached into the front pocket of his jacket and pulled out a cigar and lit it. Slowly he puffed on the tobacco and blew the warm smoke in the red mans face, “I was hoping that would happen.” Pushing past him Manning made his way down the hallway towards his office, leaving Hellboy alone in the suddenly very large and empty debriefing room.



“Crap!” he would have to talk to her on the plane now he only had less then an hour to get ready for the long trip. One of these days he was going to kill that bald man.



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Making his way onto the giant aircraft Hellboy searched for Anessa but found no sign of her. The government plane was littered with agents their many conversations filling the air. Making eye contact with Abe the red man made his way over to the fish man. Flopping down in the seat next to him he playfully punched Abe’s shoulder, “You seen the Angel get on the plane?”



Abe’s vertical eye lids closed over his blue eyes moistening the soft tissue beneath them, “Why yes she is in the cockpit.”



“In the cockpit? Why would she be in there?”



“Because I’m flying the plane.”



Turning around abruptly he looked up into her purple eyes. She had on a pair of skin tight jeans with high heeled black boots. Beneath the black leather bomber jacket that ended just above her hips was a white tank top. Her red hair spilled down over her shoulders and just barely keeping the wavy locks away from her eyes were a pair of pilot sunglasses perched a top her head.



“Why are you flying the plane? I mean what happened to Albert?” Hellboy asked still looking over her body.



With a firm grasp her hand cupped under his jaw pulling his face up so he was looking at her, “Because Albert still isn’t well enough to fly a plane and they couldn’t get a new pilot on such short notice, so Manning asked me to fly…..you got a problem with a ‘woman’ flying you across the world?” her tone threatening. Her grip was firm and unwavering, she was not someone to mess with when she was angry.



“No, no you can fly the plane, you can fly me to Australia and back for all I care. Just please don’t rip my face off.” Hellboy tried to keep his tone playful but pleading at the same time he had seen her pissed before and he did not want to upset her further.



Letting go of his chin she turned her attention to Abe. Her soft smile soon returning to her full lips, “Abe Manning told me you have my tracking device.”



With a quick laugh he fumbled through his pockets and pulled out the tracking beacon placing it in her open palm. Anessa turned it over and pushed the button down illuminating the light inside.



“Purple?”



Abe nodded adjusting in his seat, “To match your eyes.”



Anessa laughed and put the locator on her belt securing it snugly. Before she turned away to return to the cockpit Hellboy’s red hand shot out grasping her wrist.



“I need to talk to you.” He whispered his eyes pleading.



Ripping her wrist from his fingers she glared at him, “I’m busy right now. You’ll just have to wait.” Turning on her heels she made her way back to the cockpit and shut the door. Soon after they could hear the engines roar to life.



“She is very upset with you Red, you might want to let her cool off for a little bit. What you said was very hurtful whether or not you both decided it was a casual thing or a start of something.”



“Get out of my head brother blue, besides I gotta get ready to battle the bad guys, I shouldn’t be thinking of how I’m going to fix this with her. I gotta stay focused.” Rubbing his hand over his shaven horns he let out a heavy sigh sinking into the large leather seat. He needed to try and get some shut eye if he was going to be alert ands ready for this mission. His eyes found the cockpit door one more time before his heavy lids closed sending him into a restless sleep.



The plane flew through the evening clouds without incident. The cargo hold of the giant aircraft lay silent; occasionally a soft snort of an agent would disturb the peace. The engines hummed quietly beside the main hold propelling them to their destination. Anessa sat at the controls of the plane watching the white fluffy clouds pass by in the dark evening sky. The stars shown through the clouds blinking energetically showing off their sparkling beauty. Checking the coordinates one more time she leaned back into her chair admiring the light show before the cockpits window. She had always enjoyed flying, always wanted to be up in the clouds with the birds. So as soon as she was old enough she learned how to fly a plane. She was a natural at it which would probably explain her current status. For some reason the thought of having wings didn’t frighten her she was excited by the new possibilities she was faced with. She was always fascinated with adventure always willing to help others and put her life on the line. Which steered her into the Army and Marines, a natural boring life was definitely not for her, she had decided that when she was eleven. So this new life with the BPRD wasn’t so bad in a way it was what she was looking for all her life. She was actually saving the world from evil. The thought made her giggle a bit, what a cliché.



But this thing with Hellboy had just fucked up everything. Did he really think that way, that women were just some shell to relieve stress? Or was it all a show for Manning and did that night actually mean something to the big demon? She herself didn’t know what to think of it, was it a friends with benefits deal or was there something really there? When it happened he seemed involved in it, his hands were all over her his lips exploring and warm. His member hard and……..ok ok that’s enough. She could feel the heat rise between her legs she squeezed her thighs together to smother the growing warmth. Hellboy was a jackass without a doubt but he was irresistible none the less. There was something about him that was alluring, undeniably sexy. The thought stuck in her mind and she laughed again out loud. Did she just say that? Hellboy sexy?



She let her mind wander to him she could still picture him lying in bed when she woke up that morning. His massive red body lay sprawled out on his bed, the silky sheet barely covering his hips. The enormous stone hand lay above his head open occasionally twitching with his morning dreams, his flesh hand resting on his stomach just above his navel. A bright red knee peaked out from underneath the covers reminding her of just how naked he was beneath the soft sheet. She could safely say he was sexy, if he wasn’t such a jerk he might be worth dying for.



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With a slight jump the plane came to a stop on the secret FBI airfield in Ireland around five am Ireland time. Anessa released the controls and shut down the rumbling engines and unbuckled herself. She could see the Ireland agents filing out of the large building already to greet them. Exiting the cockpit she watched the agents depart the plane on the lowered ramp. Hellboy and Abe were in the midst of the small crowd. Picking up her duffle bag she followed them out into the cool fresh air. The bright sun bore down on the green grass as the chilled wind whipped it about as if to make patterns in the lush green blanket. Looking to her left she noticed the giant cliff just about a hundred yards away. She could just barely hear the ocean crash upon the rocks below. The view was absolutely breathtaking.



Hellboy turned around to see Anessa staring at the oceans cliff. Her eyes scanned over the vast ocean taking in the Celtic beauty. Her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths of the ocean air. As she pulled a few stray hairs from her face she hiked the duffle bag further onto her shoulder and headed towards the moving pack of agents.



“Try not to stare Red she’ll think there is something wrong with her.” Abe broke his concentration placing his gloved hand on the red mans shoulder.



Hellboy tore his eyes away from her and made his way into the FBI building. The building was no were near as advanced as the BPRD. The walls were plaster at best he could easily break free from this facility. Soon they were shuffled into what looked like a briefing room and sat down.



A tell red headed man came to the front of the room and smiled broadly, “Good mornin to you all.” He started, his Irish accent thick and joyous, “It’s very nice to finally meet you all. My name is Thomas O’Hara I am the head of this department.” His eyes slowly made their way over to Hellboy and Abe who were seated next to each other. “I have heard so much of you and your work. I can’t wait to see you all in action.” Soon his eyes came to Anessa and a confused look came over his face. Setting his folder down eyed her again. “I’m sorry Miss but you look totally normal? Nothing out of the ordinary like these two gentlemen?” His finger pointed to Hellboy and Abe who were now looking to Anessa. “What can you do?”



“I kill my opponents with my girlish good looks Mr. O’Hara.” Anessa shook her hair leisurely behind her batting her purple eyes.



“Really?!” he gawked leaning against the table to get a better look at her.



“No.” she quickly laughed placing the palms of her hands on the table. Her innocent smile soon disappeared and was replaced with a wicked grin, “They call me the Angel of death Mr. O’Hara. And I have the strength of Hellboy.”



“B-but I see no wings? Wouldn’t you have wings to be called an angel?” the Irish agent questioned stepping away from the table just an inch.



“They come out when I need them, I haven’t trained them to appear on command yet, they seem to have a mind of their own.”



“They are quite magnificent when you see them, breath taking really.” Abe butt in.



O’Hara blinked a few times and sat down in his seat, “I see. I hope I get to see them lassie, would be a site to see. Now I’m sure you all know why you are here our giant and vampire problem. We don’t know the connection yet for we have never seen them work together before. I hope you can stop them the villagers are getting rather frightened. Now I’m sure you’re all tired from your long flight. My men will show you to your rooms to freshen up and rest for a bit. The vampire’s activities don’t usually start to stir until midnight.”